The World is Painted Black

(Day 1)

I pulled down the silver string,
Rolled up the curtain of creamed snow.
Before me
the world is painted black.
At the corner of my eye
there was the golden spark,
But the victory or death tonight
vanished the glow in the dark.

The generosity of this truth
hasn't been this paramount,
this sharp,
Cutting my sorrow in million pieces.
Will my hope ever reunite?
As I lie down thinking
about the sapling:
Why wouldn't he let it grow?
Let it grow.
Please let it grow.

Third day backwards,
third limbo above Earth,
in a funeral march
I was weeping,though,
for someone who wasn't there.
Pearls without color -
my eyes were too familiar of them,
and so was the world
painted in black.

Needless to say
the funeral march went on.
In a tomb cold as death
I was there.
The tomb - there was no
hint of blackness,
and no sign of corpse,
but I wish I was dead.

- Toto